Without a doubt, I know heaven exists. And I'm not speaking gibberish, ‘cause I see you rolling your eyes as you clean those glass cups.
Surprised? Carry on with your work, my young man. You must earn your pay tonight and I won't be the one to deprive you of it. It's an honest job—better than slinking through dark alleyways and forcefully emptying people's purses and wallets.
A snorted laugh? I'll tell you more but first, here. Pour me another…erm, make it a double.
As I was saying, she is my heaven. That raised brow of yours makes me chuckle. You feign disinterest in my story at the mention of heaven, but the moment I introduce a woman, you're all ears.
Ah, don't we all enjoy a bit of gossip, especially about romance and love? You scoff again?
You see, she was the most genuine person I'd ever known in my life. Not overly beautiful but there was an energy and attraction around her. I was drawn to it when I met her in a bar upstate.
We talked all night. Every smile and chuckle made my heart lurch. Winks accompanied her jokes and we laughed together like we'd known each other forever.
She was bold too. Very magnetic and I confess, I liked that about her. So I waited for her every night at the bar and we ended up at my apartment. By morning, she was gone.
It became a circle I longed for every day. I willed the hours to pass quickly so I could see her again. Anything she asked, I gave without reservation.
Here's the thing—I didn't know where she stayed and neither did she give up that information. That, my young friend, was the only thing that bothered me.
You know what I did? I followed her.
I know it's wrong. Don't give me that look. Remember I say she was magnetic. Almost irresistible. I couldn't stop myself so I trailed her all the way to the outskirts of town.
I lost sight of where I was until she pulled over and stepped out of her car. I…erm stopped too…and…
This is where my memory gets fuzzy. Don't look at me like that. I didn't make up this story. I waited for her at the bar the following night and she never showed up again.
Argh. I feel like a part of me is gone with her. Yet I can't think of anything or anyone else except her. It's like she was an illusion but my empty bank accounts prove otherwise.
I've lost my house, by the way. It's mortgaged and I'm practically bankrupt now. Thoughts of her and our time together make me feel good, carefree, like a bird soaring in the sky.
Why are you laughing so hard? Do you find my story amusing? You're still young and one day, you might experience this beautiful feeling.
No? Pff! Pour me another, will you?
“pour me another”. It's written to be humorous and I hope you find it so!I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece inspired by Freewrite #dailyprompt phrase
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